With much hubbub done and over with about the holidays, I finally find myself buying a ticket to visit home for a few days.  Funny how I couldn't manage to do so BEFORE the Christmas season. I wonder what that says about me.  Though I'm looking forward to seeing friends again, I wonder how good a friend they will be, and in what context. Whatever.  Don't get me wrong, I'm looking forward to seeing people I love, but I I ask myself, how will I love them?

Harumph.

So much going on in my mind,
I find myself stymied blind
Led down darkness and alley ways
Underground, with nary a sound of reproach
Or coaching advice of what I should do.
All this confusion,
Along with mental contusions and
Psychological intrusions
Balk me to no termination.
Frustration finds me
Takes me in root down to my
Mind, Body and Soul.
Break me down to my component parts
So that I may never find myself whole
And now I lay me down to sleep,
Weak with a certain finality
That while it's not "Curtains for me"
I'm certainly not going to find anything better.

I went to Chicago today for the day and I had a great time.
I don't know what else to say.  I feel this is just a mediocre entry, but I don't know how to improve it.  Like so many things.